When he reached the door, Ravi’s hand hovered over the bell, his nails digging into the soft flesh of his palm. He took a deep breath and pressed the button, the sound reverberating through his body.
Vivek took his time answering, as if savoring Ravi’s anticipation.
When the door finally swung open, Vivek’s eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into a frown.
“What happened?” he demanded, his voice a mix of concern and irritation.
His hands reached out to caress the soft skin of Ravi’s cheeks, the same cheeks that had been bruised by the watchman’s brutal kiss.
Ravi flinched at the touch, his body still reeling from the assault.
Finally, the dam broke. “I came for you, dressed like the whore you wanted,” Ravi sobbed, his voice breaking with each word. “And someone treated me like the whore I am.”
The fabric of his sari clung to his face as the tears fell, a silent testament to the humiliation he’d endured.
Vivek’s expression softened, his eyes narrowing in fury.
“Who was it?” he demanded, his grip on Ravi’s hands tightening.
Ravi looked up at him, his eyes red and swollen. “Why do you care?” he spat out, the bitterness of his words a stark contrast to the tremble in his voice.
Vivek’s anger boiled over at Ravi’s challenge. He yanked Ravi closer, his breath hot against Ravi’s cheek.
“Because you’re mine, Ravi,” he hissed. “My little slut, my Urmila. Only I should have rights to your body.”
His words were a declaration of ownership, a claim staked in the heat of the moment.
With surprising tenderness, Vivek wiped away Ravi’s tears with his thumb, his eyes never leaving Ravi’s.
“Now tell me,” he demanded, “who dared to touch my property?”
The words stung, but Ravi found solace in the possessiveness. He took a shaky breath and whispered, “The watchman…he kissed me.”
Vivek’s eyes flared with anger. “You’re coming with me,” he said, grabbing Ravi’s trembling hands and pulling him out of the apartment.
He led Ravi to the parking lot, where his bike was parked. “You sit behind me ” he ordered, the softness in his voice replaced by a steely resolve.
Ravi complied, carefully swinging his leg over the bike and settling in, his legs tucked to one side, not daring to touch Vivek’s strong thighs.
The vibration of the engine between them was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.
Despite the fear that still lingered from the encounter with the watchman, he felt a strange comfort in being claimed by Vivek. It was as if Vivek’s possessiveness created a bubble of safety around him, even though he knew it was rooted in his own vulnerability.
Vivek revved the engine, and the bike shot forward with a roar. Rain-slicked roads passed in a blur as they sped through the city, the cold wind stinging Ravi’s cheeks.
They arrived at the apartment building, and the watchman’s sinister smile grew even wider when he saw Ravi dressed as Urmila.
“Oh, so this is your client,” he sneered, his eyes raking over Ravi’s body. “Look at you, dressed like a cheap whore.”
Without warning, Vivek’s hand shot out, his fist connecting with the watchman’s face with a sickening crack. The man’s smile was instantly replaced with a grimace of pain as he stumbled backward, blood spurting from his nose.
Vivek didn’t wait for a reaction; he lunged again, his knuckles smashing into the watchman’s mouth. Teeth flew in a spray of blood and saliva, and the man crumpled to the ground, whimpering in pain.
“Vivek, stop!” Ravi pleaded, but his words were lost in the fury of the moment. Vivek was a whirlwind of rage, his fists raining down on the cowering man until he lay unconscious on the ground, his face a swollen mess.
Ravi felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, his heart racing as he watched Vivek claim him so fiercely.
Finally, Vivek’s hand stilled, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked down at the watchman, his eyes cold and calculating.
“This is a warning,” he snarled. “If you ever lay a hand on Urmila again, I’ll make sure you’re not just fired—you’ll wish you were dead. No one will call her a whore, she is my bitch now””
With a final kick to the ribs, Vivek turned and strode back to the bike, his eyes never leaving the unconscious man sprawled on the ground. Ravi felt a strange mix of fear and awe at Vivek’s brutality, his heart pounding in his chest.
As they rode through the night, the wind whipping through Ravi’s hair, Vivek suddenly spoke, his voice low with affection “Did you eat anything before coming out?”
Ravi’s stomach growled in response, betraying his earlier lie. “No, It took me two hours to get ready. I couldn’t find the time,” he admitted sheepishly.
Vivek’s eyes glinted with mischief.
“Well, then, we’ll have to get you something to eat, won’t we?”
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